…there’s usually fire.
I could well be talking politics.
Hillary, the server, the emails, the FBI, the DOJ and the GOP. If the GOP is so adamant that her actions constituted criminal behavior, I wonder if they will also include former Secretaries of State Powell and Rice for identical indiscretions.
The Donald, white supremacists and the relatively few GOP members willing to say “The Trump has no clothes.” I sent an email to thank Sen. Lindsey Graham (R, South Carolina) for his critical words. I also need to thank Gov. Romney.
But, it’s still all a worry. Fire, smoke or as an old friend noted, I’m beginning to worry that we won’t pass our national IQ test in November.
Today, however, I’m really writing about fire. Actual fire. Forest fire. Thousands of acres in flames and thick dark smoke in the middle of a very oppressive June heatwave.
It made for a lot of indoor time, if only to protect one’s lungs.
The options for entertainment were relatively few, after rejecting cable news or house cleaning. The resident cat wasn’t even much of a distraction, given that he spent most of his time sprawled on his back atop of his favorite bed and under the breeze of a spinning ceiling fan.
Left to my own devices, I pulled out the sewing machine and began piecing new quilts for our local Linus group.
The quilts are actually getting better — although an experienced eye will note there are no triangles, circles, hexagons or other assorted geometric shapes showing up. But, the squares and rectangles are getting straighter and better aligned and I’m growing more confident with color and design.
Regardless of the quality of my work, I figure the teens and preteens who will be receiving these quilts won’t be that critical…
which might well say something about the differing outlooks of youth and adults…
and that gives me reason to smile, despite the heat, the fire and the smoke, all of which are now fading into a June memory, and the politics, which are just now heating up for an anticipated autumn inferno.